happy.

Here it is, the book of life. Your life. Your birth and death, your number growing while the realization of the countdown strikes you. The obstacles, the excruciating moments were merely tools used to create the one memory you'll want to remember; life, as a feeling of warmth. The battle between dying and realizing you're slowly going every day is non-existent because, truth is, it doesn't matter.
Here it is, distributed to the people you know and the people you may never know. Open it up and feel the weights lift, absorb life as a happy ending. Your life is worth as much as your death so use your imagination. This is your canvas.. if you want it to be.
We'll overlook all the right and wrong, interpreted in whichever way you may, because we know that there's only one thing that matters: the end. It won't remind you of the details, the things you may or may not have done, because there's so much more to living than resembling these shapes thrown at us. It's a book that strives to convince you that everything in life is trivial but it's okay. It'll dig deep, carve its way into the back of your head, pull it out, and slap it onto sheets upon sheets of paper for the world to see.
And then you'll no longer be special, you wont feel like you're carrying the world on your shoulders because no one told you otherwise.
You'll just.. be.. because you'll realize that life is what you make it, your emotions are malleable..